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K’ultur was flying gleefully through the air as she raced with the other Tamaraneans who lived in the orphanage. It was all so much fun, until Tayia was shoved into a wall by Tamar, causing rocks to fall from above. She attempted to dodge, but there were too many. K’ultur yelped in pain, falling and hitting the floor. Her head cracked against the stone, blood pouring from a wound. Her vision blurred and faded to black. She could hear yells and shouts in the distance, but it didn’t matter to her as she passed out.
***
K’ultur groaned, sitting up. Was she K’ultur though? Or was she Jazz Fenton? Or a strange combo of the two. Where had those memories come from? There had also been so many. She hissed, pressing her fingers to her temple.
“K’ultur, how are you feeling?” asked one of the nurses. Right. She was K’ultur, and she was on Tameran.
“My head hurts, but other than that, I’m fine,” she reassured the woman. Like most Tamaraneans, she had orange skin, curly red hair and green eyes. Jazz - no K’ultur looked like most Tamaraneans, just, her hair was straight. It wasn’t super common, but it did happen, just like there were Tamaraneans with black hair. Komand’r was the one she thought of first when she thought of a black haired Tamaranean.
Komand’r wasn’t in charge anymore.
And Koriand’r had abdicated the throne.
The nurse left, leaving Jazz - K’ultur alone with her thoughts. Though at the moment, her biggest priority was figuring out her head and her memories. She had approximately eighty or so years of memories as Jazz Fenton, and only nine, almost ten as K’ultur. Was she more Jazz then? As that’s who she’d been longer? But Jazz had lived her life, it was over now. She’d been so happy as Jazz. Granted, growing up had been hard, and eventually learning that her brother had become an immortal at fourteen hadn’t been fun.
As Jazz, she’d tried her best to prepare him, to counsel him for how it would eventually be when he was the only one left. After Sam and Tucker, his best friends and partners died. After she died.
Was Danny okay?
Jazz hadn’t worried about anything else upon her death. Her kids would be fine, they’d know that she was prepared for death and where her will was. They had their own families at that point, with children (her grandchildren). She - K’ultur - Jazz - felt weird. She was a kid, still a child. Yet she had all the memories of growing up as an adult on a planet far, far away.
She knew there was an Earth, that’s where the abdicated princess, Koriand’r lived. She could visit, couldn’t she? But what about her life here? There wasn’t much, she’d been orphaned shortly after birth. This might be callous, but she couldn’t really miss people she’d never really met. If she went to Earth, maybe she could meet Danny? And she could have some family again. It might take a bit to explain everything, but she was sure he’d believe her.
She’d need to plan.
She’d need to prepare.
There was no way she’d make it across the vast expanses of space without preparations.
Hold on Danny!
She was on her way!
***
K’ultur was doing it! She was going off and exploring! Alisand’r (who was a Green Lantern, which was super cool!) was going to take her along on one of her flights through the galaxy. That would get K’ultur about halfway to Earth. Then she would have to make the remainder on her own. She could do it though! K’ultur had maps and stuff. She would have enough energy from the solar radiation, along with some of the dried foods.
It took only ten days to travel with Alisand’r, and then it was another ten before she was Earth. Her previous self’s home plant was beautiful, with the blue oceans and the greens and browns that made up the land.
Danny would have loved this view.
Now that she could fly in space, they could both hang out here together! It would be nice. Would Danny be her big brother now though? It was weird to think about. A man in a blue suit and red cape with an S flew up to her.
“Hi there! What are you doing here, if you don’t mind me asking? Are you lost?” he asked her.
“No, I’m not lost. I’m here to visit Earth. Would you happen to know a Koriand’r? She’s also Tamaranean. I was hoping I could stay with her for a bit,” K’ultur told him. He nodded, pensive.
“Let’s get you to the watchtower. Starfire can meet you there, and you two can talk. I’m Superman, by the way,” he told her as he began floating off in the direction of a large man-made satellite that was in the distance.
“Starfire. That’s the human name for Koriand’r, right?”
“That’s her hero name, but it is also a direct translation of her Tamaranean name. She has a different… civilian name.”
“That’s cool. I’m not super sure what my Tamaranean name translates to, but I think I’d want my human name to be Jasmine, Jazz for short,” she told him as they landed in an open airlock which then closed and pressurized, before they were let into the Watchtower.
Superman led her to a room with some chairs and a table. It looked like one of those interrogation movies in some of the cop procedural shows she’d watched as Jazz Fenton. Superman got her some candy, M&Ms and water, reassuring her he’d be back soon. She really wasn’t all that worried. K’ultur wasn’t sure how long she waited, braiding her hair, sorting all of the M&Ms before color before eating them. She was getting a bit bored. She could wait though, she thought idly as she kicked her legs under the table. She’d traveled through space for twenty days to get her! A little longer wouldn’t hurt.
Finally, finally, the door opened. In walked princess Koriand’r with two men. One had red hair too, and was wearing a baseball hat backwards over it and a mask that covered his eyes. His outfit was pretty red too, and he had a bow and arrow. The other guy had a red helmet that kinda looked like a motorcycle helmet. He had black hair and a white streak in it. There were gun holsters on either of his hips. That…. Worried K’ultur.
“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Koriand’r, although you probably know that,” the princess said, a fake smile on her face.
“I’m K’ultur, nice to meet you,” she told her politely.
“So… why are you here? You look pretty young too,” Koriand’r asked her.
“Um, I wanted to look for something. Someone,” she hedged.
“Who are you looking for?” She hesitated. Could she trust the princess? Maybe. Probably. If she wanted to get anywhere, she was going to have to.
“This is going to sound really weird… but I was hit on the head around fifty days ago. While I was unconscious… I remembered things. I remembered being a human named Jasmine. Jazz. I don’t have any family on Tameran… So I just… wanted to see if my brother and some of the rest of my human family is here. Although looking around, either a long time has passed, or this is one of those alternate dimensions things. Or I’m just going crazy…” Jazz - K’ultur couldn’t help how her voice got higher pitched. She honestly wasn’t sure if she was going a bit crazy. This was madness, right? Deciding to leave your home after you woke up one day after hitting your head to try and go to another planet on the off chance your brother might still be there. She couldn’t help but start to tear up a bit. What was she doing?
“I - We can see if there’s anything we can do. You can probably stay with me for now. We can say you’re my cousin? Or my sister? Does Jasmine Anders sound okay?” the princess asked calmly. Jazz sniffed sadly.
“You believe me?”
“Yeah. I do. We’ll get all of your paperwork set up. Now why don’t you tell me more about your brother? So we can see if we can find him.”